Today is a day for sitting and smoking and enjoying the femal body.

So I no longer think I am moving, I have thrown in the towl of one friend ship, emailed my new Youtube 'love' Brock Baker man of 101 voices, and am riding like a mad man. Lets start with moving since its most likely not happening now. So my lover was going to try and get a job as a Bike shop manager in another state, however his fathers heath is not in the best of places. So we are going to stay in WI.... yey. Yet he and I will both be returning to college, so I guess that will be good. I will not lie, I am scared... Like going to work and telling your boss he is a fat, lazy, pervert and should die in a hole scared. School is not and was not my forte and I have no idea if with age it gets easier or if you care less... I also think that depends on how much weed I smoke before hand. At any rate. BROCK BAKER is wicked cool. I like to take his impersonations and do them at work on the speaker. Now I know that that is not always a great reason to love someone you have never and in all real world likelihood will never meet, but I don't give a damn. If overly obsessive, slightly suicidal, teen age girls can love that shinny vampire, then god damn it I can love Brok Baker. So I emailed him and told him that he is pretty much the best thing since Sharpie mustaches. However he has yet to reply and I don't have my hopes up too high on him ever replying. So getting to my bike riding... my oh so great PTSD has taken over my sleep pastern, and I have replaced it with riding my bike down dark roads and smoking in random places. Not all that exciting but a good thing to know about me, because the more I ride, the sexier I get and the more almost naked pictures I post. So getting to my lack of friends. So I had this really great, amazing, stupendous friend that was just super cool and all around great, but I have a nice body, love doing cool things such as shoot, ride, and watch man movies. How does this all fit together? Well he got a girlfriend and I am too much for her and him to handle. So instead of trying to play by there rules and walking around on pins and needles in there presence like there the royal wedding participants, I thew in the proverbial towel. So I de-friended him on facebook, and will be there for him when he feels like talking. Not the most eventful blog but still a blog non the less.

Much love to you all... Or not I am sleepy and have to take a giant crap.